“Nothing,” I whispered. “A ghost.”

I killed the first one with a wrench. The second one, a kid no older than Ellie in the game, put a knife to my throat. the last of us license key.txt

My name is Cole, and I live in the Quiet. That’s what we call the space between the static. Before the Cordyceps, I was a data hoarder. I had eight terabytes of movies, TV shows, and every video game from the golden age—the 2010s and 20s. After the outbreak, after my family was gone, after I found the bunker, that hard drive became my bible. “Nothing,” I whispered

“Fix it,” he said.

“That,” I said, handing him the bottle, “is a story for a day when neither of us has a knife.” after my family was gone